Waka Flocka - Fire Squad (Freestyle) lyricsrate me
Niggas acting like they're kings till I walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam, Flocka home
The kids misdirected & the cops are wrong
Man they ratting on each otha, then they back at home
Acting like it neva happened, backstabbing
What's next? Anotha rapper dead, no flex
I'm going at yo head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths neva get fed
Take the food off yo plate, chew it in yo face
I can't hear yo shit, moment of silence
Condoning the violence if you're proposing a risin'
Their fan base mad I killed their favorite rapper
I'm still yo favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill em wit the written rhymes
& all ya cokehead rappers betta get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct getting off
Yo clique is soft, let yo bitch kick it wit a boss
We're twoo people from the bottom, we're just different lanes
Cole I feel yo pain, feel like I was born again
This the tiger & the lion, this is David & Goliath
This Qu'ran & the Bible, this the pistol & the rifle
In the cypher I ignite ya, boom!
It's a cold fucking world & I'm sneezing bricks
& we got grey tickets, on my season shit
Break them chickens down, then we season it
Repress it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they just envy me
Now it's business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life till they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle shit differently
We neva had shit, wonder why we looting
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he shooting?
I think them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage givin' out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm about to lose it
& when I do, lay it down, ain't no fucking movement
They like Flock, waddup wit EDM?
Same rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win
Fifty thou' fo' a verse, I don't need a friend
& I don't really like yo music, so why pretend?
& how ya gangbanging after you're famous?
Swear half of ya brainless, ya rappers are aimless
Ya rappers are anus, I'm clapping the stainless
This accurate aiming, start dropping yo names in
It's a new world order
Made a dolla out a quarta, made sum' dollas out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders & they're slaughtering our daughters
& they're killing all our sons, this shit ain't just fo' fun
We used to put our hands up & box on the block
Now ya put yo hands up & get shot by a cop
I sat first class by Donnie McClurkin
He said, God got a plan, young man, keep working
I know, Flocka!